BACKGROUND
The prelude to this story is Seduction of a Wealthy Snob.
For those of you who don't have time to read that,this provides the background.
Frances Barrington had been a beautiful snob married to a wealthy businessman in a loveless and almost sexless marriage. Her main satisfaction in life had been to flaunt her husband's wealth and influence and to build her own ego by putting other people down. But in her heart she knew her life was unrewarding.
This had changed when Frances and her 18 year old daughter Kathy had enroled in an art class run by Jack Webster a talented post graduate art student. Initially Frances had been true to form, trying to intimidate and humiliate Jack with her perceived importance.
However over a month she changed. She changed because she recognised Jack's talents as an artist and teacher. She changed because she started to laugh at his jokes. She changed because she became jealous of the way Jack was flirting with her 'friend' Mona Jackson. She changed because for the first time in almost 15 years she had felt an irresistable sexual desire.
By the time Frances and Jack met in "The Dog's Bollocks" a student pub Jack realized that Frances was his to do with as he wished. He liked her, and she certainly attracted him physically, but he wanted to get rid of that snobbish superiority.
This story starts two months later, well after Frances had willingly and enthusiastically accepted that Jack had her totally under his control. (Again, if you feel like it, you can read it all in Seduction of a Wealthy Snob, Chap 1)
THIS STORY STARTS
TWO MONTHS LATER
"You realize my daughter is madly in love with you?" said Frances. "It's getting boring listening to her.
"'Isn't Jack handsome', 'Doesn't Jack know so much about art', 'Isn't Jack such a good painter'."
Frances was reclining on Jack's sofa where she had been for almost all of the last three hours. She was leaning against an arm, totally naked, her legs spread wide with her shaved genitals openly exposed
In her 39 years Frances had never contemplated being so uninhibited, so confident and proud of her sexuality and femininity.
But now here, with Jack, 16 years her junior, who totally dominated her sexually, she wanted for nothing else than to luxuriate in his worshiping gaze. He made her feel like some primitive sex Goddess.
This had been one of Jack's "Worship the body of Frances" evenings. It was justified. Although she was 39 Frances had a body many a 16 year old would envy. Jack marveled in every inch of her. The evening had started with him massaging her all over her body. She had reveled under his delicate touch, her muscles were singing.
She had discovered that almost all of her body, from her forehead to her toes, was an erogenous zone. The massage had brought her to the peak of sexual desire.
Jack had never left her body alone for those three hours. Sometimes he had brought her to orgasm with his fingers titillating her clitoris or G spot, sometimes with his lips and tongue and gentle nibbles.
He had probed her anus with his tongue. God, two months ago she couldn't even think about anal sex without a shudder of disgust. Now her anus was still twitching with delight from his last rampant entry.
"Yes," said Jack, her art tutor turned sex tutor, as he massaged the soles of her feet.
"Kathy is so, so beautiful, just like her mother and such a vibrant, lovely, talented girl. I would dearly love to bed her.
"But two problems. She is an 18 year old virgin and I don't want to her mother to be jealous."
"Jack, would you like to kiss my breasts as I talk?" He did not need a second invitation, as he lay on his back, his head on Frances' lap and sucking her brown aureole with its hardened nipple.
"First me. It would be my fondest dream come true for you to have both of us. But, that's your choice. If you leave me for my daughter, I will be absolutely devastated, but I would be happy for her."
Leaving Frances was not part of Jack's game-plan, but he saw no reason to give her that reassurance. Instead he nibbled her left nipple, enjoying her squirm of pleasure.
"Any decision about her body is up to Kathy. Because I had been a virgin until I married, I always tried to persuade her to be the same. Now I know that was the biggest mistake of my life. You showed me that, my gorgeous Master." She stroked his hair.
"Since you have transformed me into what I used to describe as a sex maniac," she fondled his penis and tickled his testicles, "I have said to her that it's her choice.
"I have seen her with boys and I doubt she will wait much longer. But I don't want her first to be when she is so pissed she doesn't know what she is doing or who she is doing it with.
I would prefer it if it wasn't with some pimply kid who knows nothing about sex, or with some lout who has no concern for her needs and emotions.
"I know you don't like to talk about this, but you are such a giving, generous lover as well as so very, very exciting. I know you get as much delight from my orgasms as your own. Who better for my daughter's first time?
"And one other thing, when our gynecologist examined Kathy a couple of years ago, she removed her hymen to help with her periods.
Jack said nothing and enjoyed the delights of Frances' magnificent mammaries.
"But Master, please," she hesitated as she knew she was treading into dangerous territory. "You won't put her through that Dog's Bollocks will you?"
Jack sat up.
"How much have you told Kathy about us?"
"Absolutely nothing, but two weeks ago she told me she knew we were bonking. I denied it outright but she said she could tell from the way we talked and looked at each other."
"So she knows nothing about the discipline and nothing really about our sex?"
"Not a thing."
"Thanks Frances." He paused for some time thinking. Then he reached his decision and put an end to Frances' nervous wait.
"Next Thursday at 7pm at The Dog's Bollocks." Frances looked in anguish, but said nothing.
"Kathy is to wear that satiny green blouse with buttons all down the front. And that light green mini-skirt, you know, the one that isn't too tight.
"And you Frances, your yellow blouse and the skirt you wore here tonight."
Jack knelt down behind her. One hand gently stroked her buttock, the other reached to fondle a nipple. He parted her legs. Frances pushed her bum higher to help the entry of his cock into her sodden vagina.
She loved this position and groaned in excited anticipation. His cock always went in so deeply and her G spot was always massaged to uncontrollable excitement. She grunted as his cock banged into her cervix, sending a shudder through her body.
Jack grasped her hips with his hands, his loins thrusting hard, flattening her buttocks.
"Oh Master, fuck me, abuse my cunt," Frances hissed as the exquisite pleasure from her G spot made her ignore the pain from her buttock.
As Jack had already ejaculated twice that evening his arousal to orgasm took longer. He varied his rhythm, varied his angle, varied the strength and depths of his thrusts. Each variation seemed more arousing to Frances than the previous.
Her cheek was pressed on the floor. She tried to grit her teeth to hold back her shrieks, but failed.
"Ooooooooohhhhh your fucking cock. Oooooooooooooh my fucking cunt Oooooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuck."
When her orgasm juddered through her she would have collapsed to the floor had Jack not been holding her hips.
But as Francis drove home a sinking feeling came to her stomach. Was she taking a terrible risk with her daughter?
TUESDAY AT 7PM
The three of them chatted away together as they waited for an alcove to become free at The Dog's Bollocks, a rowdy student pub. For the first time Frances was glad to see her daughter drink a glass of wine quickly.
Kathy was dressed as requested looking absolutely gorgeous, her eyes bright with excitement. Looking at her Jack felt that the last of her teenage naivety was just about behind her and her development into an elegant women was well advanced.
Jack could see that she was a willing participant, but to what extent he didn't know. When they had arrived Kathy had watched Jack and her mother smile at each other.
"It's alright Mum, as he's bonking you, you are allowed to give him a hug."
And after her mother had done so Kathy had pecked him on the cheek. "Good evening, revered teacher," she giggled.
An alcove came free. Jack sat with his back to the wall, the women side by side opposite with their backs to the entrance. The high side-walls made it a private area.
"My art teacher at school is really pleased with how much my painting is improving because of you," said Kathy.
"Kathy, I've told you often, you are really talented," said Jack patting her hand.
Kathy smiled in acknowledgment. "She asked if you would be available to give some lectures at school. But I told her you were much too busy."
